What Happened To The Groupies Lyrics by Too Short

What Happened To The Groupies Lyrics

    Intro: captain save-a-hoe
    Short, short, whats up man, this captain man check this out
    I know you and b-legit finna get in here and get down on this song right?
    But yall can't be talkin bad about broads, man, you know?
    Yall in here talkin bout "suckin this" and "suckin that"
    Aww shit, here come b pullin up in his 600 blowin big weed, yall be cool man

    Verse 1: b-legit/too

    B-legit:
    I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night
    Be the one to take flight if the smoke aint right
    I'm tight, nicknamed ike for the drama
    It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna
    Down with the gang cuz them flows be hard
    Blue mink, short, and my st. brenard
    Super bad man all around hoo-j
    Tell me what the fuck happened to the groupies

    Too :
    What happened to the groupies, i thought they was comin through
    To do everything we want em to
    Supposed to be all good when they get here
    Break niggas off, bitch we real playas
    Baby in the red said "it's coo'"
    She gonna give me some pussy, and some head too
    I aint trippin though, these bitches takin too long
    I'm bout to call some other hoes on the phone

    B-legit:
    Tell em i'm a hog nigga, need a triple-x bitch down to stick
    Turn tricks switched the dick
    Theres hips outside and i'm fo' sho' dat
    And the finest ho she know where mo' at
    Gotta show that, nigga tuck my jewels
    Can't be slippin with a bitch, niggas know that shit
    Hit me at the room when the hoes come
    It be at 301 we callin for some

    Too :
    Where they at b-legit where they at? (where they at)
    Let these bitches know theres some real playas back
    Told her meet me in room 510 on the mattress
    If you do it right then i'll be back bitch
    Another showdown, in yo' town
    Let everybody know you my ho now
    I'm feelin way too cool off the gin and juice
    I'm bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too (and her friend too)

    Captain save-a-hoe:
    Damn, see man yall niggas is trippin man,
    Niggas this '98 yall actin like its still '88
    Short cussin, and all this bullshit,
    Check this out--see baby and them leavin see?
    Baby come here, c'mon, baby don't even trip, just kick it for a lil while
    You know what i'm sayin? i'll take you to sizzler to go eat after awhile
    I'll make em stop trippin, don't even trip baby its all good

    Verse 2: too /b-legit

    Too :
    I'm feelin good, everything hooked up right
    Before its all over i'ma be in som'n tight
    Looked down at my hip to check my pager
    Tryin to find me a bitch, fresh off the stage
    Nigga aint hungry, fuck the after party
    Told a cute groupie "bitch meet me in the lobby"
    You know how we do it, told her bring all her friends
    Next weekend we gonna do it all again

    B-legit:
    I said it out my mouth on the mic real loud
    We at the holiday-inn, room 510
    Bring all the bitches even if they dikes
    We hyped, hoes eatin pussy tonight
    Seen her in my mug, peepin my game
    Lookin like she could take dick in the brain
    We all champagne and cali green
    I need a bitch like that on a pimp team

    Too :
    It's after midnight, can't find the right women
    Can't be slippin while you're late night pimpin
    Way too many niggas got stuck like that
    Waited too late then fucked a rat
    Wake up in the mornin, mad as hell
    With the wrong bitch in the wrong hotel
    Shoulda gave up when you first struck out
    Now you tryna get the fuck out

    B-legit:
    Man i was drunk when i went out, blow when i woke up
    Didn't get to fuck cuz these hoes is ducks
    Niggas like me need the head lay on
    From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones
    Rock microphones, later count g's
    Could always spot a rat chasin niggas with cheese
    Please, put it on freeze, it don't suit me
    What happened to the muthafuckin groupies? (muthafuckin groupies)

    Captain save-a-hoe:
    What happened? nigga they all left, thats what happened
    Yall muthafuckas gonna be sittin around all night talkin to each other
    Oh thats cool, yall got some muthafuckin playboy magazines
    So i guess thats why yall aint trippin, check this out man
    Yall niggas gotta understand one thing man
    Bitches don't love to be talked to like that, yall gotta break down
    Be cool with a bitch, ya know what i'm sayin?
    Show her some caring and shit, understand me?

    Verse 3: b-legit/too

    B-legit
    I remember when the shit first began
    I used to fuck the dog shit out my biggest fans
    Four in the mornin we hit the waffle spot
    Then its back to the telly for some more cock
    Shit was non-stop, don't choose too fast
    Theres a gang of more bitches with way more ass
    Up and down the hall with the bad-ass body
    Groupies lookin for the after party

    Too :
    I used to be wild as fuck, get my dick sucked
    On the back of the tour bus with two or three sluts
    Check into my suite, order somethin to eat
    Knockin at my door, its another lil freak
    Right up the hall on the same flo'
    You could stand in line and run a train on the ho
    Top-notch or rat, skinny or fat
    B-legit, where all the groupies at? (groupies at)

    B-legit:
    In the room with the tricks gettin big faces
    But they really wanna know how the dick tastes
    I used to get fucked, fall asleep, wake up
    Kick the bitch out and bump a freak
    But nowadays, you gotta watch your route
    Niggas savin hoes need to cut that out
    So what they talkin bout, they shoulda been done came
    I think they scared of a nigga with this real game

    Too :
    What happened to the groupies, don't point your finger
    They're all backstage chasin r&b singers
    At the other concert, on the other side of town
    I seen a few hoes but they wasn't down
    Where the groupies at, i'ma ask yall later
    Probably out tryna fuck basketball players
    Silly hoes, rappers got mansions
    But we aint tryna get into these tramp bitches

    Captain save-a-hoe:
    Yall niggas is trippin man,
    Yall need to sit down and re-evaluate your morals man
    Yall niggas gettin too old for this shit,
    Yall gonna be sittin around in the club
    Tryna figure out who goin home with ya old ass
    You need to find ya a good woman, snatch her up, get her a bmw
    She got kids, only do what you do, tell her "i got you"

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